Plenty money

What's in my pocket, dawg, big face hundredsJust left the mall, bought everything that I wantedI kinda mad wit' you haters, I'm real disappointed'Cause what you didn't tell the people, that I got plenty money(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money

I like my bitches hood, but all my whips foreignJust bought another house, the last one was boringTen-thousand square-feet, it feel like you tourin'These niggas dissin' me, it really ain't importantTake off yo shirt, nigga, I bet yo ribs showin'You nigga starvin', my money over-flowin'Jewelry game sick, got all these hos adorin'Catch me in the club wit' all the 'gnac pourin'If I ever go to prison, I'ma have plenty storiesSleep real good, 'cause I ain't got no worriesStay fresh everyday, jewelry stay glowin'I got plenty money and all you niggas knowin'

What's in my pocket, dawg, big face hundredsJust left the mall, bought everything that I wantedI kinda mad wit' you haters, I'm real disappointed'Cause what you didn't tell the people, that I got plenty money(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money

Next month, guess what, I'm buyin' rappers'Cause I'm startin' to feel sorry for you lil' bastardsI'm pretty hot, yo career a disasterI control you niggas, somethin' like yo masterSixty-five grand, that's 'round ??Stay from 'round me if you don't like to smell cheddarI ain't fuckin' wit that ho 'cause she a dick hackerWanna know who I'm fuckin', my money, I just married herShe been good to me, I might 5-karat herRan me out the store, I bought too many plasmasCount so much money, breathe like I got asthmaThe old sayin' is, "The more money, the marrier"

What's in my pocket, dawg, big face hundredsJust left the mall, bought everything that I wantedI kinda mad wit' you haters, I'm real disappointed'Cause what you didn't tell the people, that I got plenty money(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money

Ion't know why I bought the Bentley when I had the MazeratiAnd what I paid for the "Goon" chain, one-fourtyScared to keep money on me 'cause I will blow itMy strip club name is "Mr. Will-Throw-It"Keep fire on deck and I will show itFuck wit' me and get wacked and all you niggas know itScared to dance in the club 'cause my fire loadedIf you won't use it, guess what, then don't tote itMo' money, to most niggas, mean mo' hosMo' money, to me, it mean keep goin'Haters gettin' tired, my money still growin'Ball all night, catch a flight in the mornin